I don't know how many times
I cried myself to sleep
With scratched wrists
And bruised cheeks
Every single time I looked at the mirror
I wanted to erase
the image of my reflection of my face
I never wanted to remember how I looked
or how I acted
or how I talked
Self asteem wasn't my issue.
It was anger within.
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 2:02 PM UTC
I don't know how many times
I cried myself to sleep
With scratched wrists
And bruised cheeks
Every single time I looked at the mirror
I wanted to erase
the image of my reflection of my face
I never wanted to remember how I looked
or how I acted
or how I talked
Self asteem wasn't my issue.
It was anger within.
